267: Chapter 268 You call this a press conference?

When the massive alloy door was pushed open,

the breath of over a thousand journalists in the main hall hitched simultaneously.

In an instant, every flashbulb and camera was aimed squarely at the entrance.

The light was blinding.

A slender figure, silhouetted against the light, slowly walked inside.

He was dressed in the most ordinary casual clothes, carrying a student-like backpack, with no expression on his delicate face.

Bathed in the gaze of the entire world, he walked step by step into the trap set for him.

"It's Lin Qi!"

"He really came alone!"

"My god, this Aura... it's too strong!"

The journalists on-site let out waves of suppressed exclamations, and the sound of camera shutters clicked together like a sudden downpour.

In the online live stream, the bullet chat had gone completely insane.

[The Joker card!!!]

[Cue the BGM! The God of Gamblers has arrived!]

[This isn't going to a press conference; this is clearly going to an enthronement!]

[Walk the path of flowers, Hubby! We will protect you!]

On the rostrum of the hall, Li Qingcang watched the youth slowly approaching, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

Half was fear, and half was excitement.

He was here.

He really stepped into it!

Li Qingcang forced himself to steady his mind. Speaking into the microphone with a voice filled with grief and indignation, he shouted loudly:

"Lin Qi!"

"You sinner who stole national treasures and slandered the reputation of my Li family, you actually dare to show your face here!"

He tried to seize the initiative and occupy the moral high ground.

However, Lin Qi didn't even give him a glance.

His gaze swept over the entire hall.

He looked past the journalists whose faces were flushed with excitement, past the blustering but inwardly fearful Li Qingcang on the rostrum, and past the professional bodyguards hidden in the shadows.

Finally, his gaze landed on the massive LED display behind the rostrum.

Under "Martial Intent Insight,"

he could "see" that behind the screen, a formation composed of countless runes was slowly operating.

In the center of the formation, a skull of the old god emitting an evil Aura was like a black sun, constantly radiating a distorted fluctuation of Law.

The space of the entire hall had already been contaminated by this fluctuation.

A massive, invisible cage had quietly closed.

At the same time, an increasingly strong sense of rejection came from every corner of the world, acting upon his body.

His body began to show an extremely subtle blurring.

System Rejection had already begun.

However, this time it was being triggered very slowly, as if accumulating power to deliver a thunderous strike.

"It seems that 'Lord' has quite a sense of ritual."

Lin Qi sneered inwardly.

The opponent didn't launch a fatal attack immediately, clearly wanting to wait until the atmosphere reached its Peak and he became the focus of the entire room, before completely "formatting" him, this "virus," in front of the whole world.

"Want to watch a show?"

"Fine, I'll play along."

Lin Qi retracted his gaze and finally looked at Li Qingcang on the rostrum.

He didn't argue, nor was he angry.

He just asked a question in a very flat tone.

"This is a press conference, right?"

Li Qingcang was stunned, not knowing what he was up to, but he still stiffened his neck and answered, "Of course! It is a conference held by my Li family to clarify the facts and expose your crimes!"

"Oh."

Lin Qi nodded, and then he made a move that no one expected.

He unzipped his backpack and pulled out... a small folding stool.

*Clack.*

He skillfully unfolded the stool and placed it right in the middle of the open space in the hall.

Then, he plopped down on it.

From his bag, he pulled out a bag of melon seeds and a bottle of cola.

*Cr-crack.*

The cola was twisted open. He took a sip, then picked up a melon seed and skillfully cracked it with two fingers.

*Crunch.*

The crisp sound was clearly transmitted through the numerous high-sensitivity microphones on-site to the entire hall and to every live stream room in the Federation.

At this moment, the entire world seemed to have been hit by a pause button.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

The journalists forgot to take photos.

Li Qingcang on the rostrum stood with his mouth open, his subsequent lines stuck in his throat.

The bullet chat in the online live stream went blank for a full three seconds.

What... what kind of move was this?

Aren't you here to confront him?

Aren't you here to expose the conspiracy and uphold justice?

What the hell is with sitting down and cracking melon seeds?!

Do you think this is a comedy club where you're listening to a crosstalk show?!

After a brief, deathly silence, the entire internet exploded instantly.

[Holy shit!!!!!!]

[I'm fucking dumbfounded! What is this guy here for?]

[This is way too outrageous! Cracking melon seeds at a press conference? And it's being broadcast across the whole Federation!]

[To kill the heart! This is simply killing the heart! He doesn't take the Li family seriously at all!]

[Hahahaha! Sorry, I can't help it. This is even funnier than an actual fight!]

[Li Qingcang's face has turned green. Look at his expression; it's like he's eaten shit!]

[Stanning, definitely stanning. From today on, I'm a die-hard fan of God Lin! This is so damn cool!]

The journalists on-site also snapped out of it. One by one, they turned red from holding back laughter, their cameras clicking frantically to record this scene, which could be called the most ridiculous moment in news history.

On the rostrum, Li Qingcang's face had changed from green to purple.

He felt his blood pressure hit three hundred in an instant.

Humiliation!

This was naked, undisguised humiliation!

In the simplest and most inconceivable way, Lin Qi had turned everything he had meticulously prepared into a joke.

He was like a clown performing desperately on stage, while the other party treated him like a crosstalk comedian, sitting below and watching the show while cracking melon seeds.

"You... you..."

Li Qingcang pointed at Lin Qi, shaking with rage, unable to say a single word.

"Stop with the 'you-you-me-me.'"

Lin Qi spat out a melon seed shell, took another sip of cola, and lazily lifted his eyelids.

"Weren't you going to hold a press conference? Hold it then."

"I'm just an enthusiastic citizen here to listen in and see how you're going to clarify the matter of sacrificing people to extend your life."

"Don't mind me, continue your performance."

*Pfft—*

A journalist on-site finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

One laugh was like a contagion, and the entire hall was instantly filled with a wave of uncontrollable laughter.

Li Qingcang felt like his lungs were about to burst from anger.

He slammed the table and roared at the bodyguards hidden around the hall:

"Kick him out! Take him down!"

Dozens of professional bodyguards with powerful Auras rushed out from various corners, surrounding Lin Qi.

Leading them was a Peak Third-Turn Berserker, his muscles bulging, carrying a battle-axe the size of a door.

"Kid! Get out now! Or don't blame us for being rough!"

The Berserker glared fiercely at Lin Qi, trying to overwhelm him with his Aura.

Lin Qi didn't even lift an eyelid as he cracked another melon seed.

"Patriarch Li, is this your press conference? Resorting to violence at the slightest disagreement?"

He said leisurely, "If this gets out, people will think you have a guilty conscience and are trying to silence a witness."

"You!"

Li Qingcang was so angry he almost spat out blood.

He knew he couldn't make a move.

Once he did, it would confirm Lin Qi's words.

But if he didn't, and let Lin Qi sit there cracking melon seeds, the Li family's face would be completely lost today!

He was caught between a rock and a hard place!

"Lord... Lord! Are you still not going to act!"

Li Qingcang roared frantically in his heart.

He couldn't take it anymore; he just wanted to see Lin Qi obliterated into a pile of dust by the Law!

As if hearing his prayer,

at that moment,

an indescribable, terrifying pressure descended without warning.

*Hum—*

In the entire exhibition center, all electronic devices turned to static on their screens.

The live stream signals across the Federation were instantly cut off.

The lights in the hall began to flicker wildly, then went out one by one.

Daylight turned to night in an instant.

A sense of trembling from the depths of the Soul gripped everyone's heart.

The journalists, the bodyguards, and even Li Qingcang on the rostrum felt their bodies becoming stiff and their thoughts becoming sluggish.

They felt as if they were being "peeled away" from the world by an invisible giant hand.

"It's... it's here!"

Amidst the boundless fear, Li Qingcang squeezed out a trace of morbid ecstasy.

He knew that the mysterious Lord had finally made a move!

In the darkness,

the only light source came from behind the rostrum.

The skull of the old god had penetrated the LED screen and was floating in mid-air, emitting a faint black light.

At this moment, all the forces of rejection were magnified a thousand times, like a cosmic storm, all converging on the youth still sitting on the folding stool in the center of the hall.

*Crack.*

*Crack.*

Lin Qi's body began to become transparent and disintegrate inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The Law of the world was forcibly erasing him, this "thing that shouldn't exist," from its very roots.

"Finally here, huh."

Facing this ultimate erasure that could make even a god tremble,

Lin Qi finally put down the melon seeds in his hand.

He stood up, brushed the crumbs off his hands, and then looked up at the skull of the old god floating in mid-air.

There was no fear or despair on his face.

Only a trace of... undisguised impatience.

"Acting for so long, and this is all you've got?"

"I'm so disappointed."

As his voice fell,

an Aura even more domineering and unreasonable than the System Rejection erupted from his blurring body.

"Since you don't understand what rules are,"

"then today, I'll teach you."

"My body is the world!"